Today is the last day of my mini-vacation from work; tomorrow it's back to the desk and the last few classes of the semester before finals. I haven't accomplished a single thing in six days off and I'm sort of proud of that! Three and half more weeks of work and school and I'll have the *real* vacation that I wait all year for. I like being off at this time of year, but find myself disappointed that there's not more happening outside when I'm home to enjoy it.
One treat the last few days has been seeing the birds that are visiting the feeders. I've been refilling this wreath feeder with whole peanuts from the grocery store twice a week. The squirrels take a fair number of the peanuts, but I discovered that there's also a small gang of blue jays that stop by throughout the day.
I love blue jays above all the other feeder birds, despite their bad reputation, I think because they are so clownish. The range of blues and violet in their feathers is wonderful to see when the sun hits them just so. Oh and do they love peanuts! Some of them will work a peanut loose and fly away with it, shell and all, to eat or hide elsewhere. The one in the larger photo was breaking the peanuts from their shells and filling up his mouth with three or four before flying away with them.
I looked through all of my bird books this evening for a poem to share with these pics and couldn't find anything that was complimentary. Poets don't seem to like blue jays. I finally found a poem by e.e. cummings online that I'll close with. At least I think it's complimentary; sort of hard to tell with cummings.
crazy jay blue)
ing at me
your scorn of easily
hatred of timid & loathing for(dull all
thief crook cynic (swimfloatdrifting
fragment of heaven)
raucous rogue &
you beautiful anarchist
(i salute thee
just sprucing things Up
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